Sunday, December 14, 2008

Echoes of rumble in Nigerian writers' house

All is not well in the writers' house. While a period of national election, billed for 2009, approaches and some authors are busy shopping for befitting new hands to man the national executive of the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA), some other interest groups among the fold are busy bickering and leaking old wounds. As BLESSED ADJEKPAGBON discovers, the most curious part of the latest round of tantrums is some penetrating aspersions cast on some key figures in the present and past leadership of the body as well as on some notable figures of the pen fold. There are equally disturbing allusions to issues that touch the basic foundation of ANA. But all make an engaging discovery.

There is a growing controversy over the disclosure that half of the 61-hectre portion of land mapped out for the headquarters of Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) in the Federal capital Territory, Abuja may have gone.
Similarly, writers argue and bicker that their fold has not been immune from electoral fraud, financial impropriety and intense political sharp practices.
The on-going tension which has set writers on different camps is propelled by the authors' on-going exchange of screaming e-mails on the Internet. Top, among the issues in contention is the debate over what principal characters did or did not do on the property as well as accusations over alleged electoral malpractices and manipulation of ANA membership records during election years. The argument is blossoming with hot expressions.
"Anyone who supports literature because of politics will destroy literature for exactly the same reasons. A literature that cannot be its own justification, indeed one that needs a political parocialization to garner roots, is already as good as dead," says award-winning poet, Odia Ofeimun.
Ofeinum, a very vocal social critic and one-time president of ANA is considered an influential albeit controversial voice within the fold of Nigerian writers. Beyond ANA, many in the larger society also see his views as indicators of what is happening in the creative writers' community.
Odia's comment hints of the simmering political undercurrents in the body. Issues around the 2007 general election which was allegedly too 'politicised' and manipulated are among the developments Odia's comment highlight.
Authors claim that like recent voting exercises that have been taking place in most state chapters and the national fold of ANA, last year's election which brought in Dr. Wale Okediran, for a second tenure as President was not very clear. But beyond the election matters dust being raised over how some executive members almost willed away ANA's land in Abuja to some estate developers.
In his reaction to a mail recently posted in the Internet-based listserve, authorsinlagos by Mr. Hyacinth Obunseh, the Vice General Secretary of ANA, Odia, in a bid to correct some misconceptions over his action during the association's 2001 convention in Port Harcourt, Rivers state also raised some core issues about the body. At the convention he opted not to vote for Elechi Amadi, who contested against Olu Obafemi (Okediran's predecessor) for the position of president of ANA that year.
Odia replied Obunseh: “I think you were deliberately seeking to mislead, when you claimed that I apologized to Elechi Amadi for not voting for him at the Port Harcourt conference. I never apologize for the positions I take because I think long and hard before I take them. I refused to vote for Elechi Amadi and I proved the importance of what a single vote could do. A fifty-fifty tie between the candidates could not be broken after I failed to cast my vote. I merely explained on another visit to Port Harcourt, as I did at the ANA Conference at Zamfara, why I refused to cast that vote. My reason is eternally valid: I refused to vote for Elechi Amadi because during the debates,
he had joined those who wanted to sell part of the ANA land to develop the other parts.”
With the Odia vs Obunseh mail exchange other writers were drawn into the milieu of comment and reactions. From there more issues were thrown up. Among the most contentious subject matters are the writers' debate on the need for the Association to have a concrete audit of its members worldwide; need for disciplinary measures against those in elective positions found to have mismanaged the association's funds; and an alleged contractual agreement signed by the Prof. Obafemi and Nduka Otiono (General Secretary) led national executive with a certain developer over the development of the association's Abuja land writers' village.
These issues have largely pitched Odia against other executive members of the writers body. Among those slugging it out with Odia is the current president of ANA, Okediran, General Secretary, Denja Abdullahi, Obunseh and others.
Accusations and counter accusations fly. Odia wonders, “Why would one ANA Executive take over such a disreputable agreement from another Executive and then seek to normalize it? No matter what the courts say about it, future generations of writers deserve to know how they were robbed. Hyacinth, you may love the trivia and sassiness of ANA bickering. But this matter is too serious to be smuggled into discussions, as you have done, merely to win debating points.”
But Obunseh observe that the financial account saga is more of a state thing instead of the national ANA which the former president seem to refer to. He actually, tended to hinted that some writers, assumed to be in Odia's camp are to blame for the said misappropriation.
"A couple of months ago, about three or four writers 'listservs' that I belong to, were filled with news and reports of misappropriation of funds and outright embezzlement by the then Chairman of the Abuja branch of ANA... (Name withheld) and his refusal to present an account of his stewardship, including funds, for the two-year-period he was chairman. (The writer in question)... is a member of some of these listservs. He took the ANA(chapter) to court in his bid to stop the branch's annual convention from which a new executive council was to be elected. The court rather than stop the election as he prayed it to do, referred the matter to the Dr. Wale Okediran led (national) executive council to resolve. And for the convention to hold.
“As part of the resolution of the 'crisis,' an expanded meeting of the national executive members present in Abuja at the time, officials of the Abuja branch of ANA, and other writers nearby, held in Dr. Okediran's Apo Quarters residence.
"I am aware also that about two months after that election, ... (he) had not presented the said agreed report, and that even as he is no more the state chairman of ANA Abuja, he still has in his possession, documents of the branch, including cheque books and receipt booklets. It was after exhausting all possible avenues (short of going to court again) to get the former chairman to do the proper thing, that the new branch executive council met, deliberated on the situation and decided to expel ... (him)."
The vice general secretary's mail established that, indeed, there are incidences of financial grog in the ANA system, prompting contributors to worry why a body reputed being the fold of voices of conscience should not be a good example of the uprightness and accountability which Nigerian writers harp on.
Odia fingers the lack of a veritable audit and absence of a comprehensive register of ANA members as one major issue that has been making it possible for elections to be regularly rigged by those who want to occupy executive positions in the association at all cost. But Obunseh seem to be sure of where the electoral manipulation emanated from. Odia's camp.
The ANA scribe wrote: “If anyone rigged the elections in Kano, it was Dr. Shehu and anyone who stood by him.”
Odia's opinion was that Obunseh was trying to impress himself with his skills at sarcasm when he wrote that.
Odia however, admitted standing by Shehu during the said Kano election. But his reply: “By the way, I stood by Emman Shehu in Kano. Could you please tell me beyond mere love of debate how Emman and those who stood by him could have rigged the elections? I can tell you straight away how your Executive was rigged into place and has continued to rig the elections.
“Niyi Osundare, the Returning Officer at the Port Harcourt conference, told reporters that the majority of those who voted were not qualified to vote. An Executive that came to power on a disputed membership audit and refuses to correct it is already provably unfit to run a free and fair election. As for beneficiaries of the no-audit: Okediran's Executive made the matter worse when it tried to annul Shehu's election as Abuja Chairman. As I have noted, he back-tracked when he saw that it was the same horde he deployed for his victories that did the job for Shehu on their return to Abuja. Are you not ashamed to be a member of an association in which members, for lack of an audit, have to be moved as hordes for purposes of winning elections?”
In a swift reaction, Okediran fired back with a volcanic mail full of corrosive attacks on Odia's accusation against him (Okediran). Odia had in a mail also accused him of supporting and carrying on with a bad contractual leadership agreement supposedly signed by his regime and his predecessor, Obafemi as well as the former secretary, Otiono.
In his opinion it is this said tacit pact that led to the quiet leasing of the ANA Abuja land to a developer for 99 years – a move which they went ahead to endorse although other members of the association vehemently opposed it. This led the developer to sue the association to court some months ago, over what it referred to as breach of contract.
In his reaction to Odia's accusation, Okediran raised further issues: “When you told me in Onitsha during the re-inauguration of the ANA Anambra branch a few days ago of a letter from you waiting for my reply, little did I know that your mail is just a rehash of all your previous attempts to discredit my personalty and what I stand for. I would have as usual ignored your latest attempt at character assassination but for the benefit of some of our mutual friends to whom I have copied this mail. They have been kind enough to admonish me each time we meet on the need for both of us to improve our relationship. I am always quick to inform them that I have no problem with Odia. It is Odia who needs to be rescued from himself. I laughed at the ridiculous accusations you leveled against me in your last mail viz;- That I sabotaged 'your' ANA membership audit to pave way for my election as ANA's Gen Secretary in 1997... That I took a 'horde' of ANA members to Kano to vote for me as President in 2005; That the list of ANA members that voted for me in Kano were rigged to enable me emerge as ANA's President; That I attempted to annul an ANA Abuja election before being called to order.
“Apart from being ridiculous, it is shameful that you could not offer a shred of evidence to back up your spurious allegations. Every time you open your mouth like you did in Owerri and Zamfara to talk of "how Okediran sabotaged my ANA audit" I feel like crying for you.”
The argument hot exchange is still raging in the Internet even as some concerned, 'unaligned' writers are currently making efforts to douse the tension in the hitherto close-knit house.
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Sunday, November 30, 2008

Love, religious, philosophical and spiritual poems
























































Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, the lady in wine colour blouse, here; is my friend in the pen-pushing business* While the other, Mabel Okosun, late Sony Okosun's daughter is a platonic friend too*



The Reason for the season
(The Immortal King)
Raise your voices to the four cardinal wings
All who knows His worth praise and sing
As I do in this renaissance of the kindly king;
I will rather be under His wing
Than crave silver and gold,
I will however, marry the king
And frown at rusty riches untold,
For on Calvary cross, gushed His blood
Draining off my sins and sorrows flood;
He is the light of my salvation beam
In joy I will forever scream
“Oh my lovely lord
And gorgeous gracious God”
Whenever I shed my clay
To ever in paradise play
Where there is no exchange of baton between night and day
On your bosom oh Lord! Let me baby-like lay.

Cook
Let me kiss you again and again
Draining away all sorrows rain
Fledging flood of pain,

Tenderly arresting you hot and tight
Never minding whether you are black or white
Flying you on love rhythm realm kite
Null and void of obstacles to the highest height

Let me cook you with fire of my tongue
Erupting silky gasps from depths of your lungs,
Let me burn you again and again
Planting seedlings in that lovely lane
Though the resultant prize be girl or boy
From waves to waves I shall dance with molecules of joy
Ceaselessly cooking you the milky oil
Till sun and moon may stop their toil.


She is My Lady in Love
Again and again and again
She tears Internet webs
When cocks crow
Waking her from sleep
She wanders to my window
Beckoning my soul with smiles,

She is the sexiest of souls
I have ever come to know
Scattering smiles indiscriminately on souls
Like sad setting snow
Salvaging starving soils,
She tirelessly spreads to spoil
Us as her sparkling soars
Plants electricity on our souls
Burning bodies, spirits and souls
With her cunning smiles,

Again and again she sprays
Pungent watery rays
To kill us every day
Like sleeping snow’s
Velvety Venus voice
She sends love coals to my soul
As she sings and slides from sky,
To sleep by my side
Spotting a golden smile…


Obamania Poli-Soccer
When the black mustard seed was about to spring
In the surroundings of oaks and iroko fields ring
Many never thought he had a chance
To kiss the sky in the political dance
The atmosphere was looking tense
With winds alternately light and dense
While fingers of time clicks the clock
Towards dawn, as the seed was climbing the rock
Some said he may not touch the top
While others mocked he was only practicing to hop
That at the door step of drizzling dawn
He would be disallowed to see the sun
But alas, after so many snow falls
He kisses the sky and plays the ball.


Mungo Park disciples
The fingers of our ancestors
Were in pots healing us
With aromatic flavours
Of nature in our Aso Rock huts
Though looking ramshackle
But never falls like a fowl on one leg;
Then the claimers came to play pranks
On us with paternoster of holiness
Flowing like River Niger
From the hearts of their white skins
To raid, rape, scramble and scatter
Our virgin wealth so pure to them
More than the bodies bearing them.

Cancer went asleep
Fever went asleep
All sickness were sick and sleep
By the fingers of our ancestors
In clays we drank from
Until paternoster prowlers with envy
As voracious as the sea
Drove all to dustbins,
Preaching they are unclean
And cannot cure
And so they lure and lure and lure
Us to bury our ancestral roots,
We foolishly follow, follow them.

Oh Africans! The ancestors are crying!
Now is their clarion call to prove your worth
Oh Africa! And seize number one slot
In relay of conglomeration of continents
Battling to punch and prison AIDS,
Employ the ancestors’ fingers
Which did call bullets from bodies,
Call AIDS now to dance to your command.

Follow not the ranting of “ranters”
Claiming to be doctors-know-all,
Make the wiseacres fame fall
By commanding diseases to flee
Into seas and perish like demons
Did obey Mary’s son,
For the ancestors are annoyed
Knocking on your hearts door
As you dance puppetry like puppets
To green snakes whose métier
Is to drain your living matter
Only to give you again as aid to Africans
Like Mungo Park did the Niger.

Oh Africa!
The Mungo Parks give nothing
New to you, all you
Receive are your recycled resources;
Oh Africa! Beware of the Mungo Parks!


Life
(Dedicated to late Professor Olikoye Ransome-Kuti)
If life like dawn
We blossom and pass on,
What is life if we cannot capture many time
To mingle, tingle and tango, void of strife?

What is life
When words we splatter are lime
And brimstones cutting like knife?

What is life! Oh what is life!
When everyday Romeo punches wife
And washes her with kisses
Singing “I love you,” but her face in pieces?

What is life
When many freezing faces to graves
A privileged few are burning wealth in caves?

Oh what is life! What is life!
If like dawn we toil
And in peroration worms will spoil
All our toil in soil?

If we like dawn
So bitterly short we flay at dawn
What is life!
What is life!
If all we could mould are mountains of strife?

What is life! What is life!
When we radiate like flower in the morning
And wither in the evening?

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Excerpts from my "Murdered In Buckingham Palace" poetry anthology




















































Happy Birthday
Olorogun! Olorogun!! Olorogun!!!
We salute your humility
It is not easy to clock seventy
These days of incredibilities,
Says sun, stars and moon
Every time he edges his steps
Seas erupt with joyous stirs
Volcanoes quench their anger
Winds whisper with wonder
At his elegant simplicity
And liberal loveliness to humanity,
With his wealth of mighty blue happiness
Spreading in sky,
But his humble nature
You can’t catch a clue
That he bought any bicycle, blue,
His love paints places blue blue blue
With hope and happiness news
Yet he doesn’t arrogantly argue
Neither painting nor scattering sky with pride
Like some folks quake, rake, shake
Everywhere, causing earthquakes
For just clutching some crumbles of cakes.
We praise your honorificabilitudinity
Olorogun abo vworo vworo
Shining in sky
As your names depict: Olorogun M.C.O. Ibru
When we look at sky
Your name is there
When we look at seas
Your name is there
When we look everywhere
Your names are there,
Many mountains and monuments shall pass away
But your name shall never pass away
Because it blends bluishly with sky, for ever.
Who can banish blue from sky?
We wish you great health
With many peaceful years ahead.
Hip! Hip!! Hurrah!!

The Cardiovascular King
(Dedicated to Kanu Nwankwo)

His shots are sometimes accompanied by gun powder dust
Sending opponents lingeringly lost
His penchant for electrifying ball caressing
Is his pendant of real identity romancing
A technical exploit unconventionally uncommon
Keeping defenders adrenaline ceaselessly on the run
While bubbles of joy dances on many faces
Of worshippers worshipping the round leather in all places
By mere back heeling with any of his ankles
Goalkeepers’ faces are blessed with bitter wrinkles
As the round leather rest inside the net
The gangling striker celebrate like a jet
Many hearts are thereby healed
By his cardiovascular massage from the field
Mounting to the King Kanu Heart Foundation
Saving souls without fingers of racial discrimination
If all could borrow a leaf from this saviour
The world would wave goodbye to all sufferings flavour.


Victor, Naomi living on
(For late Mr/Mrs. Victor Umoren)
Whose smiles could shine
Brighter than sun, moon and stars?
Though their clay has gone
I see, I saw, I see
Them smiling than the sun,
Speaking and sparkling than stars,
Magnificent mannerly than moon,
Their spirits smiles on,
Stamped and sealed in
Sun, moon, stars blood
In memory of your blood
Daily and nightly shining
While death is weeping shamefully
As you splendidly smile, living lovingly
In the sun smiling
In the moon merrily
In the stars stainlessly
As irresistible as wind;
You lovingly live with light
There, there is no night,
Am seeing your faces, smiling
From all satellites of sky,
Deadless and boundlessly alive,
Your love; lovely like Romeo and Juliet
But not like fighting families of Capulet and Montague,
Smile on and on.


(Mr. and Mrs. Victor Umoren died in a car crash that involved the convoy of the then Minister of Cooperation and Integration in Africa, Chief Dapo Sarumi on the Sangotedo stretch of Maroko-Epe Expressway, Lagos. The poem was publish by the defunct National Concord Newspaper on January 26th, 2001)













Monday, November 10, 2008

Excerpts from Murdered in Buckingham Palace poetry anthology




The eternal Sun
Truth is the sun rise
Making Night shine alive,
He bitterly arrives
Bravely to fight and fry
Darkness of lies
And blanket of evil flies
In any black sky
He paints the world white
With his beautiful light
Everyday and night,
He is always right
In his fearless fights.


As New Year yells
The people you meet today
Make your tomorrow
By uprooting ailing actions of yesterday
Weed away every seed of sorrow…
Plant light on darkness face
For fellows to follow
Any time, any place, any race
Your deeds should be diamonds to borrow
So your name shall conjure joyful tears
As time travel the track of yelling years…


The King’s visa
(Dedicated to Late Michael Susuluwa)
At the twilight of a sinking sun,
Some wise men planted their eyes on
A new king born
In a territory tipsy with thorns,

They returned home, filled with fun
Leaving Herod foolish and forlorn:
But after the king has grown and gone,
Lucifer and his subjects are still on the run
Until judgement day will gun:
Oh what a wailing on the day!
All our sweet stories we will say
When it would have been too dead to pray
To avoid the fiery furnace way
Be building your saving grace today.


Cycling circles
The world is circle,
Mother of great circles;
Rain drops and dries in cycle
Folks wander in circles
I wonder in cycles
Riding thoughts cycles,
Why there are poverty circles
In world full of food circles
Some are in rich circles
Others die in hunger circles
We are born in cycle
And die in cycle
Like rain cycle
We cycle in circles,
What an endless cycle!
We go round in circles,
Is God a circle?


Abiku
Oh mothers! Don’t drown death
For your daughter’s death
Though I know why you cry,
She is your universal daughter
Helping to bind, boil and fry
Weeping clothes every day on earth,

Never mind, tomorrow she will smile again
And shall surely die again…
How many rains will you cry,
When she reincarnates and dies again?

Tread your thrilling tears
And pocket your beautiful fears
For endlessly she lives and dies
Again and again, with her seductive smiles…

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Exerpts from the "Love Poems" section in my soon to be released book (Murdered in Buckingham Palace and other poems)



















Be grateful to your mother
(Dedicated to my late mother, Mrs. Elizabeth Obamrese Adjekpagbon)
What can I wish without you oh mother?
Mother! Thanks mother
There was no manoeuvre of murder
In your beautiful hut
I stayed and ate from your pot.
Thanks! Thanks!! Thanks!!!
Oh mother! Mother!! Mother!!!
You rented no pills
To cajole, delude and kill
My swim in your stream
I bathed, slept and woke
Like a fish so clean.

My strolls in your stream
I wished would never end,
Inevitably you lay and bent
Legs ajar and I fell like a fruit
From the spree in your hut
While singing songs of joy
To receive great toys
Of this weeping wilderness
Full of troubles and toils
Of diverse kaleidoscope I could have missed
Had pills spilled into your hut
Thank you mother!There was no murder!

Tenderly-genderly
(Dedicated to any lady who truly loves me)
Each time
I see you beaming like a sallying sun
Gives me comely come
Each time
I drink tickles of your voice
Sets me afire, nestling on your milky-hill toys
Swimming my heart with rivers of joy
Each time
Anointed by your thermal triangle
Gives rebirth to formerly lost electric tentacles
Each time
Robed in your smiling sly
I never want to say good-bye
Each time
Recounting how I deftly dine
Crevices of your warm wet wine
I know angels will never decline
Each time every time
You will always be mine
“Tender-Genderly”
You will always be mine
“Tender-Genderly”
Till we earthward recline.

The gentle man
He was a world known gentle man
Tenderly touching flowers of Eden’s town…
Sitting nakedly quiet beside a woman
He voraciously consumed apples
Instead of sucking nectar of joy from the nipples…
A gentle man!A gentle man!
A gentle, gentleman he was in this rolling town.
Can you be that gentle in this present span?

Fingers of fire
Let the silky sun of love
Always burning from the grooves of my soul
Dry off all stones of sorrow
From your life long whole,
And ever milk joy your bubbling bulbs…
Let my fingers fire milky moans
From rivers of your soul
As long as music is the food of love
I will ever fill you thrilling tons
Like a wailing piano…

Tendrils, tendrils, multiple tendrils of love
Always twine me around
From your cascading caresses abound
On your tarmac of love
My plane shall danger-freely ever land.

Cook
Let me kiss you again and again
Draining away all sorrows rain
Fledging flood of pain,
Tenderly arresting you hot and tight
Never minding whether you are black or white
Flying you on love rhythm realm kite
Null and void of obstacles to the highest height
Let me cook you with fire of my tongue
Erupting silky gasps from depths of your lungs,
Let me burn you again and again
Planting seedling s in that lovely lane
Though the resultant prize be girl or boy
From waves to waves I shall dance with molecules of joy
Ceaselessly cooking you the milky oil
Till sun and moon may stop their toil.

Valentine bells
Love seasonlessly walks and wax
But has a climax
As we climax,
Love’s light
Washes world white
And burrows and breaks irons
Of darkness when NEPA’s light
Is speechless like dead lions,
Love makes rivers run
To overflow and kiss land,
Also bubbling beaches hands
To leap and lay on land,
Love emboldens bats and rats
To bury fear and eat with cats,
Love is the wine
Intoxicating puppies to roll
Upon one another souls,
Likewise let’s roll and roll
From climax to climax
This hour of love’s climax
With blues of condoms holy mass
And bury hatred and AIDS carcass.

Dead to tears
In the cycling molecules of my mind
Till fate’s fingers got us bind
I filter whether I have crossed your kind
Woven with the airs I find
In the cycling molecules of your mind
Hoping you won’t stab me behind
So our travel be indivisible as wind
Though the creator captures us from mankind
Let this journey like sun and sky be bind
From years to years
In the cycling molecules of our mind
Dead to tears…

Friday, October 10, 2008

In memory of Association of Nigerian Authors Silver Jubilee in 2006, Yenogoa Convention, Bayelsa State.


SILVER JUBILEE

(Dedicated to Denja Abdulahi, for his statement about me during Bayelsa ANA Convention, 2006)

The scribe said I am quarrelsome

But I thank God I am not troublesome

Yet I am logically meddlesome

Any dust I raise any season

Is positively woven with mountains of moral reason

I will stir again and again the Hornet nest

If it will cataclysmically birth ANA's best

I will romance in countless molecules of joy

With only trees which never wholly pocket ANA's toys

I will spring like angels in trance

With those who pinch a little but gives ANA a chance

For I am almost drowned by the swan song

At every Convention accompanied with a gong

"ANA is totally broke"

But the dude in Canada is with ANA's goodies soaked

Oh! I will quarrel, I will quarrel, and quarrel

In likeness of a bout between a snake and a squirrel

With whomever executively put ANA's purse in melancholy

And sucks her blood to open doors to Canadian harmony

If anyone wants to be in/at peace with me
You must be honest and we shall never quarrelling be...

Pictures below include my friends own: Mr. Chidiebere Enelamah, and Mrs. Ernestina




















(In the pics above here: Mrs. Ruth Adeyemi in native attire and Miss Mabel Popo, in shirt and tie, are my nieces). Are they not looking lovely?

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Prices of the displayed books cover on this page, and how to subscribe for any of them if you are interested.

*The pictures of the kids here are my cousin's, Pastor John Omose's kids (Ejiro and Efe) whose pictures are on the front cover of "Rhymes from the Nile"*



























"Dynamic Verses" is a 164 pages Anthology of poems, and it is sold for $12 (US dollar) per copy. "When the King cries and other stories" is a 100 pages collection of ten short but interesting stories, and it is sold at the rate of $10 (US dollar) per copy; while "Rhymes from the Nile," is a 70 pages book, containing poems for little children, and each copy goes for $6 per copy, which includes postage cost. You can send subscription request via email to: bulkybonbooks@yahoo.com, blessedadje@hotmail.com, or by regular post to: Blessed Mudiaga Adjekpagbon, (Author), Bulkybon Publications Company, 21a, Oluwalogbon Street, Behind NEPA's Office, Ketu, Lagos, Nigeria. Tel:+234-805 926 5333, +234-806-753-8922. Or contact the University of Lagos Bookshop, Unilag Campus, Akoka-Yaba, Lagos, Nigeria. Tel:+234-1-5820451. You can also contact the Nigeria Chambers of Commerce in your country to confirm the authenticity of this company before you subscribe, if you are having any doubts. This is not not a spammer's blog. Thanks---Blessed Mudiaga Adjekpagbon: Member: Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA), Lagos, Nigeria.

The front cover of the first ever Nigerian book, "Rhymes from the Nile," that received Aso Rock Presidential recognition under Ex-Pres Obasanjo's time

Some critical acclaim for "Rhymes from the Nile."

“…With Rhymes from the Nile, Adje has proffered an African solution to poems imported from Europe. It consists of the realities of children and will instill into them basic characters that will help them to build up as leaders… Adje has given the poems a rhythmic tone, thereby making it interesting and captivating.”
--- Biodun Yakub
Arts Desk
The Guardian Newspaper
Lagos.

“…Rhymes from the Nile focuses on the values and morals expected of the young and old people alike in a society like ours, Nigeria, vis-à-vis Africa and the world as a whole… The book also calls on parents and guardians to send their wards to school, and as well throw a challenge at teachers to teach well. For the Universal Basic Education (UBE)
programme to succeed, this book is an essential reading material for all concerned. It is surely a must read for all and sundry whether young or old, if our dreams for good leaders must come to reality.”
---Victor Bruce
Musician, tutor and writer
Author: “A Vase of Shrubs”

“…It is a great effort.”
---Major General Chris Alli (Rtd)
Former Chief of Army Staff and immediate past Interim Civilian Sole Administrator of Plateau State.

“The poems are good. What makes the book more standard are the objective and essay questions added after each of the poems. It is well packaged.”
---Frank Nicholas Ilogu
Director of News
Voice of Nigeria (VON)
Lagos.

“Like the story book, When the King cries and other stories… I find Rhymes from the Nile very tempting too. As soon as you finish reading the first poem, it has that tempting spirit that makes you eager to read the next poem till you read to the end of the book, because the poems are very interesting, educative and informative.”
---Flora Bernard Job
Former Director
Special Duties, Culture and Tourism
Rivers State Governor’s Office
Port Harcourt.

“…As Rhymes from the Nile received Aso Rock Presidential recognition for the printing of additional copies; it is proof that the book is an essential reading material for the promotion of the Universal Basic Education (UBE) programme of the government.”
--- Clifford Ejenavi
The Nigerian Education Times Magazine
Lagos.

The front cover of "When the King cries and other stories" by Blessed Mudiaga Adjekpagbon

Exerpts from the cover story "When the King cries."
"...As if the cloud had been listening to the two brothers over the months, it started raining heavily the very first week of June to disprove Otota's excuse that rain would clean the drainage system. The rain had on three occasions started with heavy winds in that first week of June, blowing constantly for almost twenty minutes. Thunderstorm accompanied thick icy rain drops that struck hard on the skins of many Lagosians. People ran helter-skelter into shades for safety. The wind blew off the roof of some substandard buildings to cap the roof of other buildings afar. Buildings collapsed, giving way to the force of the angry winds, and there was confusion everywhere as many people were displaced by the weeping sky..."

The front and back cover of my book Dynamic Verses.

Exerpts from some critical acclaim for "Dynamic Verses." “Dynamic Verses is replete with webs that convey the matrixes of our socio-political and religious milieu…The joy of reading Dynamic Verses thus lies in it appeal to the world of the informed and the average…Adje has demonstrated in Dynamic Verses that he is a balanced chronicler of the tales of our existence and the proud praise singer of our morality.”
---Sola Ogunbayo
Daily Times Newspaper
Lagos. (2001).

“…Your material is of high standard.”
---Angelina Anton
Editorial Director
Minerva Press
London. (1998)

“…The poet has good comment or imaginative writing. The poems have their air of independence. This makes the satire more pronounced.”
---Justin Akpovi-Esade
Arts Desk
The Guardian Newspaper
Lagos. (2001).

“The material… is interesting.”
---Arthur Thorndyke
Chief Editor
Minerva Press
London. (1998).

“The quality of your work…I wish you every success in your endeavours.”
---Mauro Rosi
Editorial and Rights Division
UNESCO Publishing
Paris. (1998).

“Wow! That brought a tear to my eye! You have a way with words…”
---Tammy Cooper
Los Angeles
U.S.A.

“Blessed Mudiaga Adje’s Dynamic Verses runs along the well-beaten path of social commentary, except for the religious dimension he introduces into the discourse. Adje’s vision is multifarious--- it is a moral…Sometimes political and perhaps utopian vision.”
---Rotimi Fasan
BusinessDay Newspaper
Lagos.

“…It is very good…A wonderful writer…It is still beautiful poetry.”
---Krista Marie Sweet
Customer Relations Consultant
Cincinnatti, Ohio
U.S.A.


“Your books are fine”
---Dr. Steven Oru
Chairman
National Technical Education Board
Abuja, Nigeria.

Exerpts from Blessed Mudiaga Adjekpagbon's soon to be published book titled "Murdered in Buckingham Palace."







Impeachment
Showering down and showering down
Splitting splatter on the town
When the sky is crashing down
Splitting splatter on the town
It wets both the king and the clown
Splitting splatter on the town
It knows no noble and the crown
Splitting splatter on the town
It does not care who is white or brown
Splitting splatter on the town
It makes everybody its own fan
Splitting splatter on the town
So shall be the judgement of God
Splitting splatter on the town
When it shall come with its rod
Splitting splatter on the town…

(Written 16 November 2006 and published by
The Guardian Newspaper on December 2nd, 2006)


The hated light
For your sake I will pull the sky down
Until justice comes to town
To paint walls of my mind with laughter
That pebbles’ of joy in me may flutter.

(Written 16 November 2006 and published by The Guardian Newspaper on December 2nd, 2006)


A frightening shadow
I hear, you hear, we hear
There are no sacred cows,
Yet the sacred cow
Prowls like cat and roams
Freely from Paris to Rome
Frightening “Anti-corruption Bill”
By a menacing shadow.

What are the effects
Of whips on a shadow?
You want to kill a shadow,
You must bury its object then the shadow may not fly.

Why art thou afraid,
Of our evil genius shadow,
Oh “Anti-corruption B”?
Devour the object now
And swallow the shadow
So the Zillion
That drown might be visible,
As thou said on Rock Zion
Thou art an iron
The dreadless lion.

(Published by Daily Champion Newspaper on 28th August 2000, and the defunct National Concord on 4th October 2000)


Chameleons done
Oh like their predecessors
They come to keep strangling us
With encyclopedia of prices hikes

Oh God! What have we done
Or where have we gone
Wrong that makes us suffer
So strong and long
Without bread and butter
In this Hell thronged
By” “Saintful” fuel-price-plotters?

For verily, verily we cry
Oh God we (poor masses) cry,
If Jesus could truly shy
To drink and dry
The vinegar on Cross of Calvary,
Save us from omni-price hikes
By callous kaleidoscope chameleons.
(Published by The Punch Newspapers on March 24th, 2001)


Sharia
Your principles though tough,
Could cleanse the world
Of evils of the rough
Living of immoral people,
But must you spit blood
Because of an atom
Of alcohol tasted from your kettle?
You have to set examples
By amputating first, your rich “Generals”
Who stole the nation’s cakes,
Only then we shall know
You are truly Sharia
Impartial to the rich-thieves
In your area
Maybe then Nigeria
Could accept you in all areas.

(Published by the defunct National Concord Newspaper on July 31st, 2000)


Mungo Park disciples
The fingers of our ancestors
Were in pots healing us
With aromatic flavours
Of nature in our Aso Rock huts
Though looking ramshackle
But never falls like a fowl on one leg;
Then the claimers came to play pranks
On us with paternoster of holiness
Flowing like River Niger
From the hearts of their white skins
To raid, rape, scramble and scatter
Our virgin wealth so pure to them
More than the bodies bearing them.

Cancer went asleep
Fever went asleep
All sickness were sick and sleep
By the fingers of our ancestors
In clays we drank from
Until paternoster prowlers with envy
As voracious as the sea
Drove all to dustbins,
Preaching they are unclean
And cannot cure
And so they lure and lure and lure
Us to bury our ancestral roots,
We foolishly follow, follow them.

Oh Africans! The ancestors are crying!
Now is their clarion call to prove your worth
Oh Africa! And seize number one slot
In relay of conglomeration of continents
Battling to punch and prison AIDS,
Employ the ancestors’ fingers
Which did call bullets from bodies,
Call AIDS now to dance to your command.

Follow not the ranting of “ranters”
Claiming to be doctors-know-all,
Make the wiseacres fame fall
By commanding diseases to flee
Into seas and perish like demons
Did obey Mary’s son,
For the ancestors are annoyed
Knocking on your hearts door
As you dance puppetry like puppets
To green snakes whose métier
Is to drain your living matter
Only to give you again as aid to Africans
Like Mungo Park did the Niger.

Oh Africa!
The Mungo Parks give nothing
New to you, all you
Receive are your recycled resources;
Oh Africa! Beware of the Mungo Parks!

(Published by the defunct The Post Express Newspaper on 18th March 2001)


Our image boosters
(Dedicated to late Chief M.C.K. Ajuluchukwu)
As COJA has come and gone, an environment caressed clean
Married with minds serenely weaned
Germinates stainless thoughts that brings
Enormous thrilling things…
Are you proud we are clean?
Now let’s watch our film;
Visitors to our environs will envy and beam
At Lagos bins; so-called spick and span excellent land,
Niger-Delta, cladding oil spillages designers’ gown,
Kano, Kaduna plus nationwide gorgeous beggars’ band
Cuddling Abuja to drum our image up and down
While Eastern potholes gives vehicles “Atilogwu” dances in every town...
Can sun smile and claim to be queen in the sky
If not beautiful, stainless and her clothes dry?

(Atilogwu: A traditional dance of somersaulting and acrobatic dancers by the Igbo people in the Eastern part of Nigeria).
(Written by me (author) 25/09/2003, and read live by Mr. Yinka Craig on 13/10/2003, on the NTA 2 Channel 5 “AM Express Programme” crew organized “a hundred words poetry competition”).

Monday, October 6, 2008

When the King cries and other stories

PRAISE FOR THE AUTHOR AND HIS CAPTIVATING “WHEN THE KING CRIES AND OTHER STORIES”

"I have read the stories and find them very educative and entertaining."
Eserinume McCarthy Mojaye
Lecturer
Mass Communication Department
Delta State University, Abraka campus
Delta State.

“A true story from a rich mind. Deep moral insight, with a wonderful sense of humour.”
Thomas Ebiware Ogboka
CEO/Managing Director
Vast-stream Networks
Lagos.

“When one finishes reading the first story, one is tempted to read the next one, and so on and so forth till end of the book, because the stories are very entertaining, educative and informative.”
…Flora Bernard Job
Former Director
Special Duties, Culture and Tourism
Rivers State Governor’s Office
Port Harcourt.

“I want to encourage you to see a television production personnel, and start writing drama series on television. You will make a lot of impact in the society. You have good works.”
…Tokunboh Rukiat Lawal
Student
Mass communication Department
University of Lagos.

"…It is an adaptation of folk-tales treating moral issues ranging from disobedience to spiritual instruction and its consequences… to problems of child-bearing and deceit by fake mediums… to theme of vengeance, envy and jealousy…to the issue of obnoxious fetish practices… to the theme of triumph of good over evil… The stories each try to criticize the Nigerian society, lampooning the bad leadership that has characterized the governing system since the country became independent, and condemning individuals for their frailties, which have rendered the world a useless place for all to live in."
…Assessment Report
Literamed Publications (Nigeria) Ltd,
Ikeja
Lagos.

“…It looks interesting trying to blend oral folktale style with writing. So also is making a human and earth worm interact… One hardship or disappointment could lead to something better.”
…Professor Tanure Ojaide
North Carolina State University at Charlotte
North Carolina
U.S.A.

“…A wonderful satirist who sees the lacking values in the nation…”
…Ursula Ngozi Uzoeshi
Author: Actors on Stage,
Vice Principal in the Imo State School System.
Note: The author's direct phone numbers below:
+234-805-926-5333, +234-806-753-8922.
Email: blessedadje@hotmail.com, bulkybonbooks@yahoo.com

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